Monday, February 27, 2006

pms [sic]





    LOGAN INT'L AIRPORT

    two and a half laps
    around concourse a.
    curt heirs to parlor
    stools, sag. some of
    the women lie to me.
    a flatbed, hairnets,
    chiefly british, sag.
    paunchy conde nast
    rucksacks. show me
    the electric stairs!


    AN OPEN LETTER TO
    KENTUCKY HEAT, PHD


    to kentucky heat, three on
    the doorstep, the thin of
    a ranch slept t'the right,
    aye drunk! a rented room
    all alone, saddle mattress
    I developed from cashy
    lady, she was ideal, via
    flapping flags, goodbye
    goldenrods, and rigors,
    and dry towns, goodbye.

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